Original Writing : My Bedroom Window

She had notified my mom and sister that they would be performing the C-section later on that afternoon. My mom and my sister had gotten up and said they would be back by that time, they had to run some more errands for my baby shower. Then they left out of the door and not even ten minutes after they left, the nurse comes back into my room to rush me back. I was all set to go, I had already had my epidural and morphine, except I had nobody there with me to bring this precious little baby girl into this harsh

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

Although secure in her makeshift safe house, she was by no means sheltered from the insidious scratching. The scratching was joined with another sound, one not so alarming in tone. It was a baby’s sob, sounding so hurt and in need. All of these things pounded in the girl's mind. What if it was her baby doll? Her baby needed her. She couldn’t reject her little helpless baby.

She was falling, too. I stretched out my arm, trying to catch her. I reached out, but all I caught was air. There was no ground beneath my feet, and I was clawing at mud. We touched fingertips and I saw green sparks in the darkness.

She was at her limit. She spent most of her time contemplating on why her son keeps lying to her and what does he gain from it. The mother kept asking herself but she didn’t have the answer. Eventually, she got the courage to tell him that he has to show some respect, but he responded by telling her to kneel down in front of him. The mother was frightened locked herself in her bedroom.

I stood still screaming, panicking in the dimly lit room while the baby of whom I was unconditionally devoted to vibrated unsteadily. Then a light hand gently squeezed the top of my shoulder hand did not have a voice, however it explained my pain would soon be relieved. Her shaking had ceased and the once distressed infant looked peaceful as her clear inexperienced blue eyes shut tightly. Hearing sharp murmurs from behind, I swiveled 180 degrees and murmurs slowly disintegrated into the frothy air, resulting in a women with mousey brown hair and a warm maternal face to start moving towards me as if she had precisely planned each step. The freckles on her flushed face mingled with one another while she spoke, asking if I’d remember to take my

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. It was getting hard to breathe. The only thing I wanted to do right then and there in that moment is leave that room. I tried speaking, words wouldn’t form. I turned and looked at my brother and sister who just set there, no emotion on their faces. How could they just set there? At this point I was furious and found myself running to my room. Once to my room, I immediately began asking God why. Why my parents? What did I do to deserve such a thing? My pillow soon became saturated in tears.

My surgeon, Dr. Mainigi came back into the room with two other doctors and she told me that it was time for me to be wheeled away. I said my “I love you’s” to my family as one of the male doctors wheeled me away. He was asking me questions, trying to ease my nerves a little bit. We finally reached the operating room. I transferred from the hospital bed to the operating table. My heart was beating so fast, as I realized this was really happening. There were at least 10 doctors in the room and there was a light above me shining down on me. Dr. Mainigi anesthetized me and before I knew it, I saw

She pressed the child close to her and with an unmovable gaze tightened her grip on him, taking in every detail. I paused and watched. I knew that as soon as I told her, the same creamy white walls of the hospital room that once held her uncontrollable euphoria over the birth of her son, would seem harrowing and confining.

I watch Celianna stroke her baby’s cheek softly. The look in her eyes crushed me inside knowing that she would have to sacrifice her dead child to create more space on the boat. The bond between a mother and child is so strong. Celianne’s baby have not cried ever since she popped out of her, that was when i knew something wasn’t right. There’s no words that could describe how Celianna must be feeling right now in this situation. The sun was starting to go down, meaning the day was almost coming to an end. The sun laid gently on the ocean as it made the sky turn a pinkish

She heads towards the room where she sleeps but before she steps into the living room, Imogen hears the La-Z-Boy creak. She stops suddenly, “Momma, is that you?” But there is no reply. Maybe she is sleeping, but she never sleeps during the day. And she had to have heard me slam the front door when I ran in. Imogen calls out again, “Momma are you here?” But again no reply. Slowly, Imogen turns the corner and she freezes. Her eyes latch onto a figure sitting in her mother’s La-Z-Boy. She wants to back up, but those eyes reach into her mind causing her to stand still. Those eyes looking so familiar.

As I slowly opened my eyes and drew in a breath, I started to realize where I was, I didn’t quite remember how I got there but I know that somehow I ended up in a hospital. There was a nurse in there who suddenly let out a gasp. Odd I thought, she quickly rushed out of the room and in what felt like an hour but really was a minute, came back with my parents and a doctor. My mom was sobbing and ran over to embrace me in a huge hug. After giving my mom and I a minute, the doctor walked over to me and started to explain what happened.